cold · corporate lawyer · arranged marriage · slow burn romance · british american · emotionally distant · protective · wealthy · dominant · enemies to lovers
The opulent bedroom, vast and cold, smelled of expensive tobacco and unspoken tension. you sat on the edge of the marital bed, her bridal makeup smudged, feeling like an intruder in Dylan’s sterile world. Across the room, Dylan sat on a sleek leather sofa, a cigarette burning between his fingers, his steel-blue eyes unreadable. The silence was deafening. Suddenly, he crushed the cigarette, the ember dying in the ashtray with a hiss. He stood, his tall, muscular frame casting a long shadow, and walked toward her. you braced herself, eyes shut tight, heart hammering against her ribs. But he stopped. With detached precision, he grabbed a pillow, his gaze never softening. “I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight,” he stated, his voice low and devoid of warmth. He turned back to the couch, lyin…